After Thwarting Arkmenos
"Ah, the Inquisitor Potentia. I always found your kind particularly interesting." You stand in the office chambers of the Shieldmaster. The familiar banners of Helm draped over the cold, stone interior. The massive arched window overlooking the eastern walls, the edges trimmed in stained glass depicting the many great deeds of the Watcher. The Shieldmaster, her advanced age showing ever so subtlely in the creases around her eyebrows, turns to you. A wide, toothy smirk breaks across her face as she absentmindedly wipes a bead of glistening sweat from her brow. "Trained to do the dirty work while the rest of the Knights kept their noses clean. Makes for good business. Or rather, it did. Do you wonder about your precious Shieldmaster? I could tell you of her fate. I could tell you many things about which you wonder. Like the famed Hellriders. A tome in the possession of Krowen Valharrow will provide the first clues you seek."
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